THOUGHTS
I am being sized up by things I
do not know - the midnight Sadducees
are writing things down. Dragging
slow feet across my dangerous lane,
I try to leave no marks. But the
children, the children, are dancing
in all the streets. I look at this
tree as it splits in two - like
a thought with two sides,
railing this way and that.
I am being sized up by things I
do not know - the midnight Sadducees
are writing things down. Dragging
slow feet across my dangerous lane,
I try to leave no marks. But the
children, the children, are dancing
in all the streets. I look at this
tree as it splits in two - like
a thought with two sides,
railing this way and that.
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